The Great Commotion

Life is empty

But full of commotion

Happenings, events and funerals

People are dying and

Some others are being born

And in between where most of us are

Time passes by like the sun and

The moon

Limitations

The mind is very limited

Resting on old assumptions

Fantasies and distorted conclusions

All that is good

Just enough

When I drink my tea

During

Sunset

Message of Change

This year, like last year

In this cold and damp

Country

We had the earliest and

longest summer

Ever known

The woods started burning

And the grass turned brown

Already in May, the cattle

Had to be slaughtered

Because of the drought

It is a great illusion

That nothing will

Change or is changing

This summer is also

Comes early

We do not need to

Continue this road of

Self destruction

This summer one month

Earlier than normal

Changes everything

The great illusion

Is believing that our

World will not change

being here

But being there,

Green Spring

Life starts again after a long winter

Long nights and the

Gray days are coming to its end

The hope returns

Madness is created

In the sunshine of spring

Lust and return to life

Is a hard and beautiful thing

Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

Tyranny

The only sun

Is this one

Which rules our world

Unforgivable, life giving

Cold in winter, hot in summer

No choice, no other option

Our sun is the only sun

Within many light years

And it opens

Flower in the morning